Max Geider story - first meeting with dickgirl
Sunday, January 27th, 2008Welcome home
The airport of native city is one of the most boring places in the world. Every time you fly away you wait for your turn to check in and do the paperwork, when returning you wait for the luggage to be unloaded, and if the flight is international – you have to undergo paperwork again, examination of personal things and foolish questions like: “Do you carry drugs in the same container with A-bomb or hide in the bag under hip of dirty socks?”.
Max Geider was queuing and having nothing to do started staring at the customs officers: husky muscled middle-aged men. It’s such an impression that they are cloned at the factory under some special government order, they seem to be too alike. Having all these thoughts Max was distracted by call, whatever so strange but at 5 a.m. someone doesn’t sleep at that time already and longs for communication.
- Hi, old boy, how is your living? Have you arrived yet?
- Yes, German, I am in the airport already. My younger brother Max showed desire to communicate.
- Well, I am congratulating you brother. I have a surprise for you. You have certainly thought I’d forget it, but nothing of the kind. I forgot about elder brother’s birthday. OK, we’ll finish at home cause mother has little money left on her account, and I have one more important call to make.
What can a person who doesn’t even have money for own cellular phone present? Unfortunately, anything you want at our time of digital technologies. German Geider always granted unordinary and nameable gifts but each of them turned into great troubles: the scandal at its best.
What was the golden watch presented in honour of entrance: they look for a million, although it costs 20000 worthy? The present was just astounding, but later it turned out that German had bought it on credit in online shop but the main thing is that he documented a purchase for Max Geider but such trifle as the name difference didn’t confuse anyone. While other students were rejoicing at careless student life, Max swept and washed auditoriums at university: this provided him with no real income. Moreover, he worked a cook at night shift – it let him properly economize on food.
For four years spent at college Max finally paid out a debt for watch and suddenly there comes a new gift from younger brother: it evokes a lot of strong suspicions.
He was diverted off the cheerless thoughts by a wonderful female stranger: one of the customs-officers-clones withdrew having given place to a splendid girl-officer behind the stand. A blue-eyed blonde in fitted uniform that emphasized her excellent bust compelled attention of all men that were in the hall. Max tried to join the line to her stand but he was outstripped by a cheeky oldie. So he had to pass through supervision with two officers-bullyboys. The supervision was amazingly accurate: they’ve practically cut the bag into pieces, they thoroughly probed every stitch, examined all pockets, rummaged through all things in the suitcase. It was obvious judging by officer’s appearance: they didn’t find what they’d been looking for and were ready to let their victim go but at that moment one of them noticed the watch on student’s arm.
- Is this your watch?
- Yes, it’s mine, and what’s up?
- Hmm… this kind of watch costs 20-25 thousand Euro. I ask to follow me as it necessary to clarify something. You know, it is a mere formality.
If uniform-dressed people lead you somewhere to clarify formalities, it may take about 20 years or even whole life. Max felt inner tension but the employee after whom he had been proposed to follow turned out to be that very girl-officer, i.e. the one that had struck Geider-middle’s soul. You couldn’t miss the chance of getting acquainted and that’s why he raised all his courage and strung along a girl-stranger.
You only need to pass through unobservable door, some narrow corridors and you find yourself in subsidiary rooms that resemble rather a prison than an airport.
As Max expected, the girl brought him to the inspection room. However, the girl preferred a much more smashing acquaintance instead of having a lovely chat about his name and place of origin. She locked the door from within, put on a glove and declared in workaday voice:
- Stand still facing the bar, draw down your trousers and underpants up to the knees.
- What for? … Perhaps we could just speak about something? – Max didn’t look forward to such rapid acquaintance development.
- You’ll have to answer some formal questions, but firstly I must conduct a supervision of your body cavities.
How often people contrive unusual and sophisticated names for absolutely simple and intelligible things. “A supervision of body cavities” sounds neutral but when the girl-officer thrusted her forefinger into Max’s Old Brown Windsor, he realized how deceitful the names can be…
